Seems like it isn't done much anymore?
Or, maybe we just don't hear about it?
It's the kind of thing done quietly.
While in Indiana, my cousins planned a Beaty day.
A day where we went to gravesite's where relatives rest.
We had picked flowers from their gardens.
Some taken too young, so hard to comprehend.
Others after a life of raising and helping others.
Visiting graves might not sound appealing,
but I found it peaceful and comforting.
Tomorrow, my last day in Indiana.